Princess Consort Is No Pushover

In other words, Yun Ruoyue has the opportunity to get the moon first.

"The prince said that if the princess can't heal Mo Zhu's injury, she will punish her?" Nangong asked softly.

"Yes, the prince hates the princess so much. According to the prince's temper, if the princess puts Mo Zhu to death, he will definitely kill her."

Nangongrou glared at Dan'er: "Don't talk nonsense, the princess is the prince's regular wife, how could he treat her like this."

"The prince loves you, madam. If it weren't for the princess to put a bar between you, where would you get her to be the princess of Li? Look at the maidservant Yinu, the prince will dismiss her sooner or later and carry you to the concubine." Dan'er sneered. road.

"Dan'er, don't say this to my sister, she is the mistress of the palace anyhow." Nangong Rou lightly scolded Dan'er.

"Madam, you are so kind, people are deceiving you, and you still speak for her. If you let the princess sit down again, your status will be in jeopardy." Dan'er said worriedly.

"No, I believe in the heart of the prince, he will not let people bully me. Besides, my sister is not that kind of person."

Seeing that his wife was so generous, Dan'er glanced at her with hatred for iron and steel, then turned and walked out.

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Early in the morning, the sun on the first floor shone on Yun Ruoyue's face, she opened her eyes in a daze, and sat up.

She felt dizzy and hugged her head uncomfortably. At the same time, the things of last night poured into her mind like running water.

She remembered, she hit Chu Xuanchen with the shoes, and scolded him in front of the maids.

She usually doesn't have the guts, but when she got drunk last night, she became bold.

Fortunately, the man didn't kill her, otherwise her life would be lost.

She quickly walked to the dressing table and sat down, and glanced at herself in the mirror. There were some cyan markings on the exquisite white jade chin, which was Chu Xuanchen's handwriting.

This man is so cruel, he doesn't pity the woman at all.

No, he pityed Nangong Rou, but he was brutal to her.

She took some swelling and pain relieving tinctures from the medical system and applied it to her chin before she was ready to freshen up.

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In the past few days, Yun Ruoyue has been resting, working hard to recover the wound.

She used all the best medicine, so the wound on her back healed quickly. Soon, there were only light-colored marks on the welts on her back.

When she continues to use the medicine to remove the scar on her back, the injury will be healed.

At the same time, Mo Zhu's wounds are getting better and better, and Yun Ruoyue changes and feeds him every day.

Five days later, his wounds began to scab, and his flesh was growing. His spirits were getting better and better, eating more and more, and tears filled his eyes when he saw Mo Li.

The princess empress is too powerful, she saved Mo Zhu, she is really the life-saver of the Mo family.

But that night, while Yun Ruoyue was reading, Mother Zhang suddenly brought a few fierce slaves over, pointed at her and shouted: "Wang Madam, Mo Zhu is dying, but you are embarrassed to read here. The prince said, Mo Zhu's condition deteriorated and he fell into a coma, but you did not cure him, and asked the old slave to take you over, asking you for it!"

Yun Ruoyue was startled, and the books in her hand fell to the ground in shock.

She asked in a cold voice, "Mo Zhu is obviously getting better, how could it get worse?"

"You have to explain to the prince that Mo Zhu had vomited and diarrhea all night today. He also had a high fever, difficulty breathing, the wound had become pus, and he fell into a coma. What kind of medicine did you use for him, and why did his wounds happen? Worse?" Grandma Zhang scolded.